Rock a bye baby
There in a bog
I’d love to rock you
But I’m in a fog
When the wind whines
And you’re all alone
Hold onto the cradle
And not to your phone
If the bough breaks
and you take a tumble
Don’t be afraid
it’s only a stumble
Rock a bye baby
I’m off to bed
This poem makes no sense
It’s a kick in the head
Such fun! and to kudos to write this at the 24th hour!!!
Love this!
Hahahaha… Sleep deprived rock-a-bye-baby! I like this one!
I laughed so hard reading this poem, quite fitting for hour 24 when your bed now looks like gold.
I enjoyed reading this poem. It’s fun and light-hearted. Thank you.
This is such a fun and funny poem! I love how it plays with language!